Just a normal evening, taking my window seat kwa Kenya Mpya, breathing deeply for fresh air. The lady seated next to me feels cold, requests me to shut the window. I partially closed the window. Her bold move to talk hinted to me that she is open-minded.
We had a conversation in which she lied about her name and many things. When the bus was approaching my stage I asked for her number. She said, “ni milima pekee ndio hazipatani, nikisema hutapata kuna shida?” I excused myself, she let me pass and this is the last words she said, “Asante.”
I accepted the fact that [SIZE=5]today you get tomorrow you don’t.[/SIZE] Didn’t feel good at all:(, but I was strong to the end. Nothing in life is always personal: that was a genuine rejection, better than taking her number just to fill up my contacts.
reminds me similar situation on a girl who works at a supermarket.
I asked her for number for 3 days, one day we meet on a shop.
She reluctantly gave me the number.
I never called her.
I once asked for a number only to be told not now, next time. I wrote my number on a paper i was holding and gave it to her as we parted. Those were the days when few people had phones. After an hour i received a call from her, she said she wanted to check if it was fake. After one year i received another call from her and later met in town. By then she was joining kenya school of law. We had a relationship for 2 years, stopped the relationship when she startes being kichwa ngumu.